The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 47 The Peril of the Imperial Capital_1

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 The Peril of the Imperial Capital_1

Qi Yuan took note of the invitation.

But, a demon-slaying convention three hundred years from now?

How could he possibly wait that long?

In three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty probably would have perished, right?

Ignoring it, he logged off at the speed of light.

When the annoying puppet cat started meowing non-stop, this time, Qi Yuan didn’t stuff a wooden fish snack into its mouth.

He stood up, patted the puppet cat on the head, and looked out at the beautiful early morning light: "A day’s success depends on starting in the morning!"

He pulled himself together, with his gaze falling into his storage bag.

Upon seeing the pile of books and cultivation technique jade slips, his face dropped immediately.

"Even in another world, I still have to work 996!"

At the Heishan Sect, Qi Yuan put in a lot of effort to clear out all the books in the library, as well as the cultivation technique jade slips.

To him, cultivation techniques were the most important things.

After all, most of this world’s cultivation techniques were not suitable for him.

He needed to read other books, accumulate knowledge from what he saw, and then perfect his own cultivation technique.

Last time, he used Jiang Lingsu’s cultivation technique jade slips. There were over 600 of them. It took him two days to skim through them all.

But now, he had to read even more than 600 cultivation techniques and reading these books was far more challenging than the jade slips.

Moreover, last time, it was only the Qi Refinement Realm techniques that he was able to skim, now he needed to thoroughly study the Foundation Establishment Stage techniques.

There are so many books, it is impossible to finish them all in a month.

Qi Yuan buried himself in the books, reading attentively.

He read with great focus.

Because that’s the foundation for his creation of the Foundation Building cultivation technique.

He studied the dry cultivation techniques more attentively than calculus.

It’s a pity that reading is painfully slow, a single cultivation technique took an awfully long time. It certainly can’t compare to quantum reading.

"It would be much better if I could reach Heavenly Foundation Building earlier, where I could send my Divine Sense outside my body. Reading wouldn’t be this tiring." As Qi Yuan flipped through the books, he felt Divine Sense was really a good thing.

Regrettably, only after reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage can one radiate their Divine Sense out and perform quantum reading.

...

For several days, Qi Yuan read during the day and played games at night.

With Xiao Jia’s blessing, Qi Yuan was already capable of wandering arrogantly within the Clothes Prohibition.

Even though he was still unable to kill the Ugly Clothes Monster King, with his increasing strength, he could injure it.

The terrifying Ugly Clothes Monster King couldn’t do anything to Qi Yuan.

It could only let Qi Yuan rampage in the Clothes Prohibition.

Splitting Skull with Mighty Sword!

"I don’t have a head, how are you going to split my skull?"

As always, Qi Yuan dubbed the clothes monsters in the Clothes Prohibition, entertaining himself and finding some amusement.

Otherwise, the monotonous monster killing time would be too dull.

The experience bar was rising rapidly.

At level eighty-nine, he was not far from level ninety.

Qi Yuan glanced at the approaching Ugly Clothes Monster King from afar: "I’m outta here."

He couldn’t be bothered to fight the Ugly Clothes Monster King. He’d wait until he leveled up to 90. At that time, he’ll have a better chance.

Qi Yuan immediately logged off swiftly.

He had killed enough for today. He couldn’t stay online any longer; his mind wouldn’t be able to handle it.

After separating from Xiao Jia as usual, Qi Yuan dug his pit.

Suddenly, he spotted a crooked tree in the graveyard bearing several purplish fruits, a combination of grapes and apples.

He picked some, took a bite, and a sour taste similar to bayberries exploded on his taste buds: "Not bad at all, do you want to try some?"

He offered some to Xiao Jia.

Xiao Jia didn’t respond.

Qi Yuan sighed, "No mouth, you can’t eat or... I really need to get this divorce!"

Xiao Jia felt wronged and slid out a wooden sign to him.

Qi Yuan smiled, embraced Xiao Jia into his arms, and climbed into the pit.

He found a comfortable position, laying as if he were a salted fish on a bed, and holding the cold Xiao Jia, he then messaged Jin Li.

However, lowering his head to look at the obedient, cute, and quiet Xiao Jia.

He paused for a moment.

Having a wife and chatting with female netizens, would that be considered cheating?

It seems after the divorce, the court would definitely order him to pay compensation.

He had nothing to his name, just a big treasured sword.

Without much thought, Qi Yuan and Jin Li started their daily chatting again.

Jin Li was like the breeze by the river at night, mildly cool and moist, blowing on someone’s body like drizzle.

"Has there been any movement from Sima Ting?"

"Be careful."

"I’ll soon be done sweeping the most eligible bachelors. Maybe I could help you."

"Good night. I’m too tired and can’t stay up gaming anymore. I have to get up early to read."

Seeing these messages, Jin Li, draped in fine silks, replied with a "Good Night".

At this time, a shadow of worry continuously surfaced on her face.

A few days ago, a royal-level strongman from the Prime Minister’s mansion was mysteriously killed.

For Jin Li, this was undoubtedly good news, but she couldn’t bring herself to be happy about it.

Her relationship with Sima Ting was delicately balanced.

Now, with the fall of a royal-level strongman, Sima Ting might not care about face and legitimacy anymore and might forcibly stage a palace coup.

Lately, the military movements of the Nanqian kingdom have been very frequent.

Jin Li could already feel the sharp point of the military array, and the atmosphere of stern killing permeating the capital.

All she could rely on was a mere few thousand imperial guards.

Royal power had been confined twenty years ago.

How could she turn things around now?

Jin Li, tired and filled with heaviness, slowly drifted into sleep.

What she didn’t know was that at this moment, a major conspiracy was being plotted within the Prime Minister’s mansion.

The formerly haughty and noble Prime Minister Sima Ting was now like a submissive dog, hunching his back.

By his side were two people, one fat and one thin.

The fat one was the demon king that Sima Ting least wished to see.

He gained power early on, with the aid of this demon king.

That was his leverage.

The thin man was a royal-level strongman from the Sky Fate Sect.

He didn’t anticipate, these two actually had connections.

Now, the two most formidable forces in the world both had their eyes on the Nanqian nation.

The pressure was on him.

With his eyes narrowed, the thin royal-strongman said, "Sima Ting, it’s just a mortal army, why worry? We’ll reward you greatly this time. In three years, when the Sacred Master’s plan is accomplished, of these dozen countries, you can choose whichever you want."

The Demon King burst into laughter: "Those who accomplish great things do not get hung up on the details."

Previously, their demon race, together with the decoy of the Sky Fate Sacred Master, executed the real Sky Fate Sacred Master.

In return, the Sky Fate Sect ceded Nanqian to the demon race.

At this moment, the Demon King arrived, bearing the command of the supreme king, to prepare for the battle.

The preparation was simple, deplete Nanqian’s military power while creating a supreme imperial instrument—the Bloodless Imperial Staff.

The conditions required for crafting this staff were demanding.

Therefore, he contacted the Sky Fate Sect and pressured Sima Ting.

He wanted Sima Ting to mobilize the army and enter the capital.

Set up the array, accumulate the stern killing air of the troops, and then massacre the city once the blood energy has reached its peak. Then they could create the supreme imperial instrument, the Bloodless Imperial Staff.

And all this required the root strength of Sima Ting to be consumed.

His army and the entire Nanqian nation.

Sima Ting wanted to resist but facing the two most powerful forces in the world, he had no choice but to yield.

His life was now in the hands of others.

Hearing the strongman from the Sky Fate Sect mention some benefits, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Everything will be done as instructed by the gentlemen. All the armed forces have started to slowly enter the city."

Before, Sima Ting had deployed the military troops outside the Imperial City.

Now it’s just a matter of letting these troops into the city, which will be done quickly.

"Sima Ting, you’ve done well. You have ambition and know to advance and retreat. The Sky Fate Sect won’t mistreat you." The thin royal-strongman patted Sima Ting’s shoulder, quite satisfied, "Once this matter is accomplished, you will be given a card to serve as an elder of the hall, and your status within the Sky Fate Sect will be no less than mine."

Hearing this, Sima Ting’s heart was delighted.

That was what he desired.

With the elder card, he’d be the player looking over a dozen nations.

Not just a pawn as he was now, even if possessing great power, he was still an unwilling chess piece.

"Thank you, sir!"

The demon king cracked a big smile: "I heard that the queen of your Nanqian nation is a great beauty of national allure.

I have always liked to collect wine vessels, when the capital is about to fall, leave that queen’s skull for me. A beauty’s skull, and a queen no less, to hold wine, the taste must be incredibly smooth, and it would be most suitable."

Sima Ting shuddered at the words but still nodded his agreement: "Alright!"